The Dean stands on the dock, bags in hand. He looks forward towards his zubmarine, The Peligin Oak. He looks back at the docks, at London, his Neathean home. He stands there for a time, until a rare breeze blows from the west. He turns back towards his ship.
"But I have promises to keep."
He walks forward alongside the dock.
"And miles to go before I sleep."
He enters the zub through the hatch.
"And miles to go before I sleep."
The Dean has left Fallen London for now, in order to sail the zees on a voyage of introspection, searching, and discovery. Current goal: 10,000 of each kind of research.
edited by Dean Lee on 7/18/2016